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he’s fr crying and throwing up in front of buck omg

#911 on fox #911 fox #eddie diaz #evan buckley #he’s just like me fr #it’s truly all i could ever ask for they literally did this FOR me

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★ CINEMATICNOMAD’S 5K CELEBRATION ↳ eddie + ernest hemingway quote || requested by @softboiidiaz

#crying screaming throwing up #hands shaking vision going blurry

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why aren’t maddie and eddie besties yet they can bond over almost committing manslaughter or whatever

#911 fox #911 on fox #eddie diaz #maddie buckley #reposting from my twt bc i want attention #maddie eddie best friends when

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me fighting for my life defending eddie’s egghead phase you leave him alone

#911 fox #911 on fox #eddie diaz #look i know he’s bald but he’s also sad #it’s cute it chic it’s renovating

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little spoon eddie

#911 fox #eddie diaz

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(insp.)

#no you don’t understand this hurt me on an astronomical level #just a sad little man i can fix him #eddie diaz

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Anyway…

Eddie’s therapist’s name is Dr. Kingston. 

Dr. Melanie Kingston, trauma specialist. He knows that second bit because it’s written in small, neat letters on the card the Chief gave him along with the paperwork Eddie needs her to sign to clear him for his return to work.

He hates that second bit. It’s too big, says too much. He got shot, sure. Maybe he’s struggled with that a little in his head, sure. But he’s dealing with it. He’s not a victim, he’s not traumatized, he just—

He got shot. He doesn’t want to fixate on that or have a breakdown or whatever, he just wants to move forward. Move on. Go back to normal, go back to work.

He’s fine. Or, he’ll be fine. He doesn’t need to talk to a random stranger to get there.

He’s fine. He just needs to go to work.

The problem? Dr. Kingston doesn’t agree.

“I don’t know what you want from me,” Eddie snaps finally in the middle of their fourth session.

“All I want is for you to be honest with me,” she replies calmly, pushing her glasses up her nose. “That’s all.”

“I have been—”

“Do you think I started doing this five minutes ago?” She interrupts, and sets her notepad aside. “You’ve been honest about the things you want to talk about. You’ll spend an hour talking about Christopher hoping I won’t notice you haven’t said anything about yourself. You’ll talk about Buck, about your friends in the 118—you’ll talk about anything except the reason why we’re here.”

Eddie crosses his arms over his chest and looks away.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” he insists.

“You got shot.” Something about her pointed tone makes him want to flinch. He bites back the urge. Swallows.

“Yeah. It’s not the first time.”

“I know,” she says. “It happened in Afghanistan, right? You were shot three times and the army sent you home with a medal and a medical discharge?”

Eddie’s jaw tenses. There’s an itch between his shoulder blades. He thinks he can taste blood on his tongue.

Distantly, he can hear the ringing of an explosion.

“Yeah,” he grinds out. “And I was fine then too.”

“Uh huh. So you’re saying you don’t feel like that’s any different?” She asks. “You weren’t in a warzone this time, Eddie. You were shot by a sniper. As a civilian. On a city street, in broad daylight.”

Eddie’s breath catches, but she keeps going.

“You’re telling me you feel safe? Walking in the open? Going to the grocery store? Taking Christopher to the park?”

He does flinch then, remembering—

Freezing in a parking lot, unable to breathe, unable to move, Christopher calling Buck because something’s wrong with dad—

Dr. Kingston stops. Her voice gentles.

“Like I said,” she says quietly. “I didn’t start doing this five minutes ago, Eddie. So. Let me help you. Let me help you help yourself.”

Eddie’s next breath shudders. He squeezes his eyes shut. Scrubs his hands over his face. When he opens his eyes again, she’s just looking at him, waiting patiently without judgment.

“Where do you want to start?” He asks, the words scraping his throat.

She tips her head. “Where do you?”

Buck’s face swims into his head, the moment—clean and staring at him and then shocked and splattered with blood—

Eddie wets his lips. Takes another breath.

“I didn’t really feel the actual shot,” he admits. “Not right away.”

Dr. Kingston picks up her notepad.

“Okay. Let’s start there.”

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I KNOW I WANTED EDDIE TO GET SHOT FOR THE ANGST AND GOD IS IT GOOD BUT OH MY GOD IT HURTS SO BAD

#911 fox #911 on fox #911 spoilers #eddie diaz #I CANT BREATHE #OHMYGOD POOR EDDIE #i’m still in shock i have yet to stop shaking

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My father’s from Mexico, my mother’s Swedish. I can help you out with the Swedish half, but no one told me which half that is.

#HE IS SO LOVELY #<3333 #eddie diaz

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the buzz eddie diaz gives me like that man is just always on the brain 24/7 i hate him

#911 fox #eddie diaz #he’s just a funky mean man #<33

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HAVING THE BEST YET WORST TIME OF MY LIFE RIGHT YOU CANT GIVE ME MADNEY BABY AND THEN ALBERT THEYRE SICK

#911 fox #911 on fox #911 spoilers

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this six week hiatus has left me unwell what’s stopping me from rewatching 911 for the ninth time

#911 fox #911 on fox

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buck is going to move in with eddie and chris and then we get our roommates to lovers storyline

#911 fox #911 spoilers #evan buckley #eddie diaz #look away this is embarrassing

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CANON ADHD BUCK LETS GOOOO

#911 fox #evan buckley #THIS IS GREAT

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shhhh he’s sleeping

#911 fox #eddie diaz

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the best girl ever

#911 fox #911 on fox #maddie buckley

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“you’re leaving me” :(((

#911 fox #evan buckley